Untitled 2 (Ephemeral Connection)

Suspended within a faceted, stage-like interior, the central red figure rises and dissolves into vapor, as if the body is being translated into breath and memory rather than flesh. The winged, icon-like companion at left—rendered with a primitive steadiness—anchors the scene in the language of myth, while the tiled floor and potted cactus introduce a domestic geometry that makes the surreal feel disturbingly intimate. Against the surrounding night field, the room reads like a cutaway of consciousness: private, tender, and slightly claustrophobic, where desire and metamorphosis unfold under an indifferent cosmos.